My thoughts
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Let Me Tell You A Story
I am sitting down to write this morning because that seems to be the way I get my lungs and heart to work. Writing sometimes feels like riding a stationary bicycle. You approach it with resistance, maybe a little boredom. You don’t really feel like you are getting anywhere, but later you feel the ache… Continue reading
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Windows Are Rolled Down
Last night I was driving back from work. I enjoy my shift, starting at 3:30 and getting off at 11:30. I never have to sit frustrated in bumper to bumper traffic. Especially when I get off and midnight is approaching, it is a different world. I roll my windows down. This, my soundtrack: The lights… Continue reading
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Finding Happy
Sometimes waiting is overrated. Like when you are trying to find happy. There is a waiting in patience for things to come, But there is also a taking a holding and receiving now. Lately, I’ve been asking myself this question: If you can’t be happy now, when will you be happy? When you are married?… Continue reading
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How To Kill Your Dreams
So here I am again. Trying to write some kind of truth. There’s this long blog entry sitting in draft mode in my wordpress dashboard, that I’ve been working on for too long. It’s one of those things that seemed like a good idea to write, but when the words come, they seemed disingenuous. So… Continue reading
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Once Upon A Book
Eight years ago I was participating in a required fasting retreat. (It’s bizarre to think I ever did that.) Even though I had to break it early and eat crackers, It was Valentine’s Day and it snowed, so it felt like a sign. I was inspired to write a book. It was called More Than Enough-… Continue reading
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Dry Toast, Distractions, and Racing Deer
You may be here because you can’t possibly fathom how anyone can write a blog post with a title like that. And I am here trying to write something. Anything. I’ve been feeling bone-dry lately. Sometimes writing is an overwhelming spring of revelation and glorious thoughts, bubbling up out of “The Brook(e)” within me. Sometimes,… Continue reading
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The Struggle Between The Tree And The Wind
Am I the only one that feels this tension, this pulling within? I am so afraid of being grounded, yet at times it’s what I want more than anything. I decided, years ago, I’d rather be a wanderer. But lately I feel old. Lately I want to take my belongings out of storage. Lately I… Continue reading
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Twenty-Eleven, In Moments.
The morning came in subtly with shades of amber hues, contradicting the brilliant neon hues of the sunset. And I think maybe some things come in softly and slowly and go out with a ferocious bang. And vise versa. Because sometimes ends and beginnings blur together. 2011 felt like an ordinary year, but it wasn’t.… Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 